|Middlesteads Gill just above Armboth car park|
|Looking across Armboth Fell to Helvellyn in the cloud|
|Looking back across Armboth Fell to Whiteside|
We got to High Tove, (a Wainwright) and it all started to become worth it. We could just see Derwent Water on our right, and over to our left, the southern fells were coming into view. Beautiful.
|Our lunchtime view|
Now we were back to bog slogging with a bit of heather stomping. Between grassy tussocks, myriads of little water flows drenched the ground. The occasional dry rock was bliss, as were the stretches knee high heather with drier underpinning. And eventually……Whey Hey!....... Bracken! I’ve never been so pleased to see the stuff. It meant the ground was dry and solid.
|Launchy Gill on our way back.|
I was so glad to get out of those boots!
Not the driest of walks, (Wainwright collectors: Have your wellies ready for High Tove), but walking across windswept fells under blue skies, with stunning views and the rest stop at Rough Knott more than made up for wet feet.